Sofa Head...
Sofa Head believed that his head was full of hair
Not like a hamster, more like an armchair.
His father said to Sofa Head:
“The shards of mechanical time
Are biting each soft second,
As they filter through your mind.”
His mother said to Sofa Head,
“Why do you wear your hair so long?”
And Sofa Head said,
“KICK OUT THE JAMS, MOTHER!!”
And they had marmalade,
And kicked the pantry out into the street and lived happily ever after.
I think that silence is appropriate, and it shall remain appropriate.
…
His father said to Sofa Head,
“My son, I give to thee
The total of my lifetime's work,
An alcoholic legacy.
The ballpoint blue of old tattoos,
The shrieks of a drunken who*e,
The wine-red stains on both the plains,
A slip on the lavatory floor.”
Sofa Head believed that his head was full of hair,
Not like a hamster, more like an armchair.
And Sofa Head was sure he could pull out
More and more and more and more...
They say that I'm unusual, but I don't think that's true,
In fact I'm just as usual as any one of you!
And you are just as usual as any one of me!
We are all, as usual, a usual family,
We're usual, we're usual, we're usual, we're usual,
We are usual!